‘Twas days before Christmas, to see Mickey Mouse
Went this blogger, two kids, and long-suffering spouse;
Decorations were hung down Main Street with care,
The folks at Disney had invited us there.
The kids snuggled the night before in their beds,
While visions of Tinkerbell danced in their heads.
And me in my Lambert shirt with eyeliner eyes,
‘Twas worn as an homage; is that any surprise?
In the media there had arisen such clatter,
I’d searched the world web to see what was the matter.
Dancing like Madonna and kissing a boy,
It seemed ABC had become quite annoyed.
A bold performance by a talented guy
Had network executives crying, “Oh my!”
I scratched my head, wondered what was the trouble,
Then I concluded the standard was double.
There’s not so much fuss when the kissers are chicks,
That’s merely one way that some guys get their kicks.
And crotch grabbing, nothing is wrong with that action
So long as the grabber is named Janet Jackson?
Now, Eminem! Slim Shady! A rap sheet of shame!
And the guy kissing another takes all the blame?
He was called on the carpet! On talk shows appeared!
He gave poised interviews, was that not what they feared?
But there were kids watching some questioners said.
(This mom wants to know why those kids weren’t in bed?)
On music award shows there’s often a scandal;
Parents guiding children is too much to handle?
They watched Janet, Slim Shady, and dancers with guns,
But the guy at the end wasn’t good for the young?
For our daughter’s teachings, we’ll guide the way,
And turn up the radio when Adam is played.
“For Your Entertainment” is my kid’s favorite song,
Traveling to Disneyland, she sang along.
She knows all the lyrics, her voice can be heard,
“If I Had You” and “Fever”: she sings every word.
We arrived at the park; all songs had been sung;
The two little girls were ready for fun!
Space Mountain was the very first ride they did want;
Jack Skellington appeared where ghosts usually haunt.
“Thunder Mountain is next!” we heard the kids call;
Christmas carols at Small World were sung after all.
Then they ate cotton candy and watched a parade,
At 52 degrees no one needed shade.
Splash Mountain in winter, it was oh so freezing,
But Gibson Girl’s ice cream was still oh so pleasing.
We walked and we stood ’til our feet were quite sore,
We sat and we rested, then walked and stood more.
We rode lots of rides, even saw some old friends,
With Tiana and Naveen, we saw a new trend.
Now love knows no color in Walt Disney’s world,
We’re happy to see the melting pot stirred.
Movies, music and books—while words may be small,
We’re gaga when reminded that love conquers all.
In 2010 we can all keep in mind,
It is time to accept that love’s gender blind.
(The Princess and the Frog images courtesy of Google Images/Disney. My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for taking such liberties with his poem, T’was the Night Before Christmas. Thank you to the Merriest Folks on Earth at Disney Resort Public Relations for the tickets!)